Albus had spent 24 hours avoiding everyone, had skipped his classes and hadn't spoken to anyone. Now, it was late enough that he thought he could avoid seeing anyone on his way to the dorm, if he was careful. Even now, after that much time to himself, he was still stuck in his thoughts, still trapped in his head, blindly walking to the dungeons.
The cup was theirs. It was theirs and he had caught the snitch at the last second, moments before the opposite team would have scored a goal that would have tipped the scales. Albus was flying high on the excitement of the victory, could feel it flowing through his veins, threatening to burst out. Everyone was landing, running together to celebrate, and a large part of him wanted to join them, but another part of him wanted to find Louis, and drag him into the locker rooms.
Once Louis was behind him, and they were flying towards the castle, he felt like everything was falling into place. "We fucking won," he said. "We won, I figured out what I want to do after school, and I have the love of my life behind me on my broom. This is probably the best my life is ever going to be." There was nothing he could picture being better than that moment.
The school was approaching quickly, and he pulled his broom to a slow stop, letting Louis off before he climbed down himself. It was all he could do not to drag Louis into the building, and straight down to their dorms. "I want you, in every way possible. First I want to blow you, and then I want to ride your cock until I can't see straight. I want to come all over your chest, and I want to kiss you until your lips hurt. I want to fall asleep with you still inside of me. I want to wake up next to you, feeling disgusting and content at the same time."
As soon as they were in the dorm, he cast every locking and silencing spell he could remember his father ever using on the door. He didn't want to be interrupted by everyone who was searching for a story, as he was sure they would be. Once he was done, he turned to Louis, a wild grin on his face. The returning grin on Louis' face looked a little like he just couldn't help himself, couldn't help smiling back when Albus was this excited, this in love with life.
Not ready to put it off any longer, Albus closed the space between them, readily dropping to his knees. All he wanted was to prove himself even further. He'd shown the world how talented he was on a broom, now he wanted to show Louis how talented he could be with his mouth. He wanted Louis's hands to tangle so tightly in his hair that he might pull some of it out. He wanted his name to be the only thing Louis could get out of his mouth, wanted him to be weak in the knees, using the wall for support. Wanted him desperate and needy.
He wanted for the sight of him on his knees, Louis' cock stretching his lips, his hands wrenching his hair out of place, he wanted that to be what Lou thought about every time he wanked.
love me
Albus wasn't a cook. He wasn't. There had always been someone there who would cook for him, and he had never questioned it. A few times, he'd made himself toast, or macaroni, but that was just about it. So now, this morning, in the kitchen alone, he was at a bit of a loss. He wanted to make something to impress Louis, wanted to wake him up to breakfast. How was he going to do that when he only knew to make toast.
Eggs couldn't be hard. Eggs and sausage. There were instructions for everything. He could just make eggs, sausage, toast, and cut some fruit. Even he couldn't fuck that up.
As he got through cooking, though, he got less and less sure. This wasn't what eggs looked like when his mum made them. Hers usually looked fluffy and happy, and.. well his looked fluffy but they looked a little burnt. Hopefully they'd taste alright. The sausage, well, it was hard to go wrong there. Everything looked okay, except the eggs. Which, all things considered, could look a lot worse.
As he put everything on a tray, he went to put the final touch on, a flush rising in his cheeks as he did. A daisy in a glass on the corner of the tray. It should have been a special occasion, for how important it felt like this was. It wasn't, though. It was just a Saturday, and he wanted Louis to wake up and start off his day knowing just how much Albus loved him.
